Post by Level-Two on May 11, 2008 20:21:40 GMT -4
The Job Squad Presents: The Trainee! (The Gilbert story)
Physical Test: The Walk Run
I see the end of the road; I can’t stop now. My heart beats out of my chest, as I continue to push my body forward and faster, to completing my test. If you didn’t know my name, I’m Gilbert Job Worthy. If you don’t know me by my first name, well, than that’s okay. You may know be by my other names. They call me the joke, they call me weak, and they call my stupid. I hear them, but I don’t talk back, I can’t talk back.
Deep down, I know that I’m just as smart as them. I feel like I’m smart, but they don’t see it. I feel like I’m strong, but everyone else tells me otherwise. I try to deny it, but after awhile, things like that get to you. It bothers me some times, but I’m use to it. I don’t need your pity, save it for someone else.
I have a goal; and that is to wrestle. I’m tired of being told I can’t. I’m tired of being nothing. I am something more; I need to be something more. I don’t know how long I can carry on like this, hiding in the shadows of Justin. They’re calling me out, I can here them.
Justin is putting me through some grueling training. But I know he’s just trying to look out for me. He wants to win. I don’t want to be the reason for his loss. I want to be the star, and if not. Well, at least I could help him out in some way shape or form. I just don’t want to be his weak link.
…I hate being the weak link.
Justin Job: Gilbert! This physical training simply isn’t working. I walk faster than you run!
I tried to run faster, but my body simply cannot keep up. I hope this isn’t it; I can’t allow this to be the end of the road. The road doesn’t stop here. It’s all the way on the other-side. It’s in sight; I know I can reach it. I just need time…
Justin Job: This just isn’t working, Gilbert. I’m done here; I’ll fight Royce & the Hardcore kid, on my own if I have too.
I know, Justin means business. I know he doesn’t need me. I felt sorry for wasting his time. He could be out training, but instead he was helping me out. The least I could do, was make his time worth while, and obviously I wasn’t. Maybe they were right when I said, I wasn’t cut out for this. Maybe I am just a retard…
But I look back up to the road, and I know I could run the pace the way Justin wanted me too. I swear to god; I would. I needed a second chance. A second chance at proving myself to Justin Job. They say you can do anything if you put your mind to it, if that’s true, than I can be a star.
Gilbert: No, Justin! Give me a last chance, please. I’ll be ready by tonight, I promise I will!
Justin Job, gave in. I was going to get that second chance. I knew I couldn’t mess this up. Justin had some hard work, planned for me, and I was going to accept it with open arms. Although I didn’t run to the end of the road today, I have a chance at running much further. I have a chance, at finally wrestling a match.
Gilbert: Justin, I won’t let you down—I promise.
…Thank you, for giving me that chance. I will prove my worth, I swear too it.
The Mental Test: Check Mate?
I sat in a dark room, with just a single light shining down on the desk. I knew Justin Job had some tough work planned out for me, and I was ready for it. I shook inside. Not from fear, but from excitement. I had my eyes set on a goal; and I was finally going to of my way to complete it. For once in life, I felt close to becoming someone important.
Justin Job: Gilbert. This is going to be one of your toughest mental…I mean, toughest challenge yet. It’s the mental test.
Than it hit me; there was no possible way I was going to pass. It’s as if my whole heart collapsed to the bottom of my stomach. I was nearly ready to bend over, and throw it up. Here I was getting a shot at something; in which I stood no chance. All my life, I’ve been called, stupid, an idiot, and a retard. And now I had to go through this mental test. It was re-openining up old wounds for me, in which I desperately tried to shut close.
All my life, I’ve been called those names. I’ve been turned away from friends, I’ve been turned down for dates, and I’ve been turned away from society as a whole, regarding on what they think about me. The often whisper in presence. The don’t have the guts to say it out loud. The one’s that do, well, they have a face over the hate I’ve built up against them inside.
However, I was going to give it my all. I wasn’t ready to lose my dream of wrestling a match, over a little test. Justin, could throw anything at me at this point. I’ve set my eyes on something, and I’m going through with it. I will get it, at any cost.
…Bring on this chess game.
Gilbert: Justin…How do you play?
Justin Job: What! Do you mean you do not no how to play a game of chess!?
(Gilbert simply nod’s his head, Justin Job shrugs his shoulders, before getting up out of his chair and walks away)
Justin Job: Me neither, I’ll just find the rule book.
…I think that meant I passed! Onto the next challenge, I don’t think anyone can stop me now. What chances would my future opponents have?
LA RESISTANCE TEST!
Before I knew it, I was knocked into a chair. Justin Job, tapped me to the chair. So well in-fact I couldn’t move or speak. I did my best to stay come. I knew Justin wouldn’t hurt me, we’ve known each-other for to long for that. Perhaps this was just yet another one of his grueling challenges.
Whatever Justin threw at me, I was going to take and accept. But maybe he was going a bit over board with all this. I wasn’t ready to mouth on back, probably because I couldn’t if I wanted too. I hoped he wouldn’t keep me in the chair for too long, I had to use the bathroom.
Justin Job: Gilbert. In a wrestling ring, it’s important that not only can you dish out the pain, but you can take it. So in light of that, I gathered a few Jason Royce & Hardcore Kid’s promos, for your pleasure.
I knew this couldn’t be good. Justin often told me about the eye infections, people got when they watched a Jason Royce promo, and I didn’t want to suffer the same fate. But I suppose it was all for the right reason. Justin did have a point. If I wanted to dish out pain, I would have to take it. It’s apart of the game, I can’t wait to play it.
Justin Job (off screen): Don’t worry, Gilbert. You’ll be ready in no time!
The Final Test
Justin Job: Gilbert, I’m proud of you.
Was he joking? I really didn’t care. It was rare he was ever proud of anything I’ve done, so it meant a lot to me. I looked up to Justin. The man stood up for what he believed in, and was a great competitor I’d hope I could one day compete with. I know that’s a long shot, and maybe I’m setting myself up for failure. But it’s not like I haven’t felt it before, it I fail again. Well that’s just what everyone expected me to do, anyways.
There was one last test, I had to break through before I could wrestle. Justin held up a piece of wood in which I’d have to break through. It reminds me of the time I was taking karate when I was younger, and I had to break the board to get a colored belt. It bothered me a bit. Because I failed to break the board. I smashed my hand into it, and it broke…My hand, broke.
However, this time around, I was freaking myself out. With one simple touch, the board broke. As if god through all his power and into me. I knew I it wasn’t possible for me to break that board so easily.
But I did it; I finally completed the tough training, Justin wanted me to go through. It was nearly the biggest achievement in my life. But I know the road doesn’t stop here. The training was just the beginning. Fighting night after night, going on the road all week end, taking part in interviews and all sorts of media projects, was all involved with being a professional star.
No time to dwell on the hard road now. In away I’m glad I didn’t run down that road earlier today. What I went through today, brought me much further, than I ever could have ran.
…One day, The Job Squad together will see Lombardo on the other side. But for now? I’m still running. Preparation, is everything.
Justin Job: Way to put your muscle in it! Your training is complete, pack your shit boy, we're heading to Monday Night over Drive!
TRAINING COMPLETE!
Justin Job sits in-front of a camera, ready to shoot his promo. I wish I could jump into the Frey, but I’m not much of a talker. After throwing a few punches at a punching bag, I back off grabbing a bottle of water. Justin Job, he looks so confident. The way he runs down his opponents, it’s almost as if he isn’t the same man that I know. But he means well, I’m sure of it.
Jason Royce, is a tough fighter. Justin won’t give him much credit, but even I see a glimmer of hope in Jason. Jason is a warrior of sorts. The kind of man that gets knocked down, but never fails to get back up. It’s something I respect, and hold dearly to my morale code. I’ve been knocked down too, Jason. I know how it feels. But it feels much better, getting back up, sporting a big smile—before asking them ‘’is that the best shot you got’’?
Jason make no mistake about it my friend; you will be knocked down. Hopefully, you’ll be able to get back up again. Jason, we both have something to prove. You want to prove to the world that you do have what it takes to win. I want to prove, that I can actually wrestle. We both have something to gain, and we’ll both be fighting for it. But with Justin in my corner, I can honestly say—I’ll win the gain, while you’ll walk away with another loss.
I however do not share the same respect for The Hardcore Kid. The way he mouthed me down, I simply cannot appreciate it. He’s just one of the bullies. One of the kids that would point and laugh at me, calling me names. I hate you. I vowed one day, I’ll exact my revenge on those kids. Monday will be that day, I get just one of them back.
There’s a whole world full of people, like you. But that’s fine. I’m going to prove to you, that I am not some dumb joke. I haven’t wrestled a day in my life, Kid. But understand you falling to me, will just be a great learning experience.
You can underestimate me all you want. You’ll just fall into the fold. Your voice will die simply into the crowd that has underestimated me all my life. Maybe I deserved it. But not anymore. I’m making moves, and I’m going to be calling the shots. I won’t be held back anymore. Justin say’s I’m his secret weapon, and you’ll find out exactly why.
If you think you’re a real man, with your childish insults—than I’m going to have to break you down to size. I’m going to spear head right through you, leaving your shoes in the dust. It’s time to move forward with action, there’s no more fun on being beat down in life, always playing defense.
You can’t be first, Jason & Kid…But you can be NEXT. You will be, NEXT.
(The camera focuses on Justin Job who shrugs his shoulders before smiling)
Justin Job: You’re pretty good, as fired.
